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The Other One
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my sunken eyes just eulogize. I think that's how I'll always be. at seventeen, I feel fifteen. I'll probably die that way. it's hard to be fun when you hate the sun, so I'll hold my tongue. I swear to god there's nothing wrong. it's just the light. it might be hard to see, but I'm all right. cactuses look like they're begging for high fives, but please don't waste your time. my hair's standing on end, but I'll smooth it down again so I can just pretend. I swear to god there's nothing wrong.
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whenever it so happens your faults are all you can see and hear, just try to remind yourself nobody looks good in a mirror. the first step straight towards perfection is a step away from perfection, and now that I know, I can just go. I'm not going to cry anymore. I don't want to die anymore. I don't give a shit if I get hurt. I just want to kiss the dirt.
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Spilled Milk
02:33
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do you remember the lives we led two septembers ago? can you still picture the building that we called our second home? though it still stands as walls and doors, it's not the jam shack anymore. I keep going back to that old beach, just to find it's drifted out of reach. do you remember the roads we'd walk in discussion at night? though we would end up at the beach, that just wasn't the point. the evenings pass and I am at the shore, seeing kids do what I did before. what I think shook me straight to my core is that it's now a symbol. nothing more. I wish I could return to those days where we'd sit in your room eating snacks and singing jams. it feels so sad to know it's gone, but like the birds I'll cycle on.
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every hallway has doors, even if it's too dark to see them. I'm just scared the rooms they hold aren't where I want to be sleeping. but I can't change what's there; I've got to make my choice. without their conductor, the orchestra plays noise. and though I feel so scared, I've got to cycle on. so if my chattering teeth get louder than this song remind me to listen to the birds pass through the sky, heading to new homes when the leaves die. every hour dies quickly with changes springing from its flesh, but there's no time for funerals or else we'd always be depressed. yeah, I can't change what's there; still gotta make my choice. without their conductor, the orchestra plays noise. so if you'd humor me just a second time (boys and girls), then please pay heed to this advice of mine: wisdom's knowing when to be afraid and only fearing then.
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New World Monkey
03:07
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I can't believe november's here. it's brought out all my latent fears about the passing of the years. it happened so fast. I'm beginning to regret how I spent so much time sitting down. I feel like that time's wasted now and always will be. we've got too much to do this fall. we can't let ourselves lose control. still, I'm fearful about how we're steadily heading towards the times that I've been dreading for so long, but I can't think about that now. we've got so much shit to do. we don't have any time to lose at all. it's time to stand up from our crawl; take our first steps away from home. we'll have our kicks just one more time, then pack our bags and say goodbye. we're in your hands for the last time.
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Joe Shlabotnik Huntingtown, Maryland
Joe Shlabotnik is a band from southern maryland that listens to cap’n jazz and sounds like the music you liked when you were 11 (if you owned a skateboard.)
expect a full length in the winter.
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